In a small village surrounded by dense forests and a cursed lake, people whispered about a sinister presence lurking beneath the water. They called it “The Water Vampire.” Locals warned never to go near the lake after sunset, for many who dared never returned.
One evening, a young fisherman named Arjun ignored the warnings and set out with his boat. As the moonlight shimmered on the still water, he felt something brushing against his leg. Thinking it was just weeds, he continued casting his net. Suddenly, the water grew icy cold, and from the depths, a pale, bloodless face with glowing red eyes emerged.
Long, bony hands grabbed the side of his boat, pulling it down. Arjun’s screams echoed across the silent lake, but no one came. The villagers who heard his cries stood frozen in fear, knowing the vampire had claimed another victim.
The next morning, his boat was found floating near the shore—empty, with claw marks on its wood. From that day on, the villagers swore never to cross the lake at night. And some still say, when the moon is full, the water ripples without wind—because the vampire beneath is waiting for his next prey.
